On Friday I arranged to meet someone during school hours. So, my friend Kuljit kindly said she'd look after The Boy. When I went to collect him, I asked her how he'd been, and she said fine. She told me that while they were having lunch with her mum and daughter, The Boy was staring at her quite intently. He then said "you're all hairy". And just as I thought it couldn't have been any worse he followed it up with the immortal words, "you should have a shave".
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.